There were two things she could do. One was to stuff his mouth with toilet paper, break his fingers so he couldn't take it out, then tie him to the heavy tank lid. But that would take time. Instead, she executed a tight front-kick to the back of his head. That drove his forehead into the ceramic tank and knocked him out. He'd probably suffered a concussion, but there was no way to avoid injuries in this situation. Grabbing the uniform and guns, she changed quickly in the adjoining stall. The uniform was baggy, but it would have to do. Tucking her hair into the snug pillbox cap, she bolstered the sergeant's gun and hid the extra pistols under the front of her shirt.

She stuffed her clothes into the wastebasket-everything except the shoes. She rubbed the soles on her cheeks to give herself "stubble." When she was finished, she threw the shoes out as well. Then she went to the mirror to give herself a final check. As she did, two other sergeants entered. They were in a hurry.

"You're late, García!" one of them barked. He walked past María following the other man toward the urinal. "The lieutenant gave each group five minutes to get in and-"

The sergeant stopped and turned. María didn't wait for him to act. She faced him and placed her right knee behind his left knee. Then she hooked her right arm, locked it around his neck, and threw him over her leg. He fell in front of her, lengthwise. Because her weight was on her right leg, she was able to lift her left leg. She stomped hard on his chest, breaking ribs and knocking the wind from him. His companion was facing the urinal. He turned but María had already stepped over the sergeant and was moving toward him. Lifting her right leg without breaking her stride, she drove her right knee hard into the small of his back. He was slammed against the urinal and fell back. As the soldier hit the tiled floor María kicked him in the temple with her heel. He went out immediately. The other man was still moaning so María pivoted gracefully and kicked him squarely in the side of the head. He, too, fell unconscious.

María stumbled back. She had marshaled the energy she'd needed for the attack, but the effort had drained her. The blows she'd suffered in the music room ached wickedly and this activity hadn't helped. But there was still a mission to complete and María intended to finish it. Staggering to the sink, she cupped water in her hands and drank.

Then she remembered something the man on the floor had said. Soldiers were being allowed to come in here at five-minute intervals. She'd just eaten up nearly two of those. There was no time to delay.